Minus the color. Sort of. I found this dress at Kohls and thought it would be perfect for “fat” days, or those days when I have exactly 30 seconds to throw something on and head out the door.
Honestly. I tried to embrace these shoes. With both arms. And two hands. Though the leather was supple, felt like buttah, and were the most beautiful shade of lavender, I just wasn’t feelin’ it. Maybe I’m too tall to be wearing platforms. I’ve seen a thousand women wear platform shoes, and I was hoping maybe I would love them as well, but nope. Nada. I don’t like them. I don’t like the proportion. Or lack of. I would’ve loved these shoes if they had cut off the bottom inch and a half. But I just can’t get past their clunkiness. I tried. I really did.
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